Imagine you're at home sitting on your bathroom floor. There's blood around you on the ground. Why is there blood on the gound? Well, maybe the small razor in your hand can explain what's going on.
Earlier than night, before you found yourself in the bathroom, you were in the ktichen cooking dinner for your boyfriend. Your boyfriend Hunter Hayes was at the studio and he had said that he would be coming home a little bit later than he ususally did. You went to sit on the couch after turning off the heat that was radiating from the stove. As you tried to get comfortable on the couch, you grabbed your copy a Nicholas Sparks book. You weren't even reading the book. You were just sitting on the couch staring at the words written in black fine print.
What if he was cheating on you? What if he had just ditched you? "What if" questions ran through your head at super sonic speed. What if the girl he was with at this very moment was much more beautiful than you were? That's when you begin to panic and you started to stress about everything and anything you could possibly think about. You had exams in a few days and you couldn't handle all the studying.
Everything came rushing into your head and you were starting to get a major headache. Not to mention, you had that monthly problem right now and that wasn't much help either. You were mad, angry, sad, and you desperted wanted to cry. You wanted to scream for no apparent reason. You couldn't cry and you couldn't scream. What would the neighbors think?
You rushed to the bathroom and through your oncoming tears, you rummaged through the drawers and looked for something sharp. You looked at yourself in the mirror and thought of everything that was wrong with you. They were complete lies but you believed them. Then you felt a sharp pain and somewhat relief. You looked down at your hands and saw what you had subconciously done.
"Marissa, I'm home!" You hear Hunter say from the living room as he came through the front door. you locked the bathroom door quietly. You didn't want Hunter to find you like this. He couldn't find you like this.
"Marissa? Where are you?" He asked and you heard various doors being opened. You tried to hold in your sobs as you looked for a long sleeved shirt. Somehow, you let a sqeak come out of your mouth. Quickly, you slipped on one of Hunter's long sleeved shirts. You made a small cut on your finger and hid the razor. This small cut on your finger would be your excuse for being in the bathroom. Hopefully, you would be able to fool him.
"I was, uh, putting a banadge on this small cut." You say showing him the cut on your finger. Hunter grabbed your wrist carefully and you cringe at the pain. That's exact place where you had cut yourself with the razor. Carefully, he rolled the sleeve down to reveal the cuts. You couldn't look at him. You couldn't bare to see his reaction to this.
"You promised me you woulnd't this anymore, Marissa!" He said angry. He voice had gotten deeper and his Cajun accent had kicked in. It was a side of him that you had never seen.
"I'm sorry," You say through your tears, "I'm sorry!"
"Sorry? You promised me? What am I doing wrong?" He exclaimed. He had already let go of your wrists and he threw his hands up in the air showing how angry Hunter was.
"It's not you. It's me."
"I'm sick of that! Why do girls say that? You promised me!" You then felt more pain and this time it wasn't on your wrists. It was on your face.
"You did not just do that," he stared at you shocked, "I'm not taking this. I'm done." You pushed him aside and he stumbled a little. You walked over to the closet and grabbed your suitcase and sutffed the clothes you had brought when you agreed into moving in with Hunter. You managed to zip up the suitcase and that's when Hunter reacted.
"Don't go! I'm sorry. Please don't go."
"I'm not taking this from you."
"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can't let you just waltz out of life just like that. I need you here with me. I need you. I wouldn't know what to do if you left." He said and he tried to dry his tear-stained cheeks. "Give me one more chance. I'm sorry."
"I don't know. I should just leave." You said looking towards the door.
"Give me one more chance, Marissa. Please? One more chance. I promise not to do that again." He said and he was at your side trying to pull you into a hug.
"One more chance, Hayes."
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Imagines about the one and only Hunter Easton Hayes. Aside from the details you give me, I think of all of these imagines on my own. If I use somebody's else imagine then I do give them credit. Love y'all to Pluto and back. - Ash xx